The New Neighbour Ch. 01

Just then a huge wave hit her. "Ooooo..." She put her hand to her head. "What's wrong?" Her husband questioned. As if I didn't know, she said. Gina yawned. "I don't know. Something came over me. Suddenly feel really tired." She yawned again. "Must be being up early so we could move everything in here." Brad looked his wife over. She was fading. Fast. She struggled to keep alert. Her eyes were in limbo between closed and opened. Her actions slowed. She couldn't stop yawning. All made sense, she downed that glass with the ambient pretty fast. "Yeah, I think you tired yourself today. The move, Jayden, getting so worked up over Paris. I think you, both of you really need a nap anyways. I'll put Jayden in his crib and since you're already here you can pass out here. What do you say?" Gina nodded and sleepily agreed. So Brad put Jayden away and came back. Oddly enough, in the time he did that, the brunette had already passed out in her seated position. Her husband swung her legs around so her petite body was lying on the couch. Then he comfortably positioned her head on a pillow. He checked her eyes to make sure. Lifting up her eyelids all he saw was white. Perfect, he thought. Then he made his way out the door. Going down the hallway, he stopped briefly to knock on Paris' door to alert her but then kept going.

* * * Paris skipped quite gleefully into the comatose brunette's pad. She now donned a pair of tight pink pants and a short white t-shirt that left her mid-riff exposed. On the shirt was the word "MILF" in big black letters surround and struck through by a read "do not" symbol. She twirled in her fingers a red lollipop. In the other hand she carried a little black rectangular casing.

She paraded over to the couch and put the box on the table. "Aww..." She said as she saw Gina laying there completely out cold. One leg and one arm hung off the edge of the couch. "Poor tired mommy..." She twirled her sucker and put it to Gina's lips. She stroked her short brown hair. "I have you right where I want ya, don't I? Hahaha."

"I guess I should really start fighting fair, shouldn't I?" She said to herself thinking back to the time she took advantage of Karen in her own bed. "Actually, naaaaaaaw!" This was too fun. There was something to erotic about what she was doing. So devious and secretive. Having another woman completely at her mercy like this. Paris could do anything she wanted right now and Gina wouldn't have a clue because she was too far gone from the pills. She stroked the woman's crotch through her shorts.

"I could fuck you right now, couldn't I?" She smiled coyly. "No no...I won't do that. I'll save that for after I destroy you and show that I'm the more dominant woman. I will however play with these lovely titties!"

She sat Gina up. Her head hung limply at her chest as Paris held her close. Her breathing was slow and quiet. Just for the hell of it the young villainess put her head to her chest so she could her heart beat. It was really faint and slow, a product of the sedative no doubt. Paris nuzzled her head in Gina's cleavage. She was quite impressed at how cushiony they were. Through the soft fabric of her shirt, they actually made good pillows. But enough of that. Paris lifted herself out of there and began to work on undressing the comatose brunette. She lifted her arms in the air and skilfully pulled the blouse over her head and her arms out of the sleeves.

She threw the shirt aside and marvelled at the site below her. A pink bra framing a respectable canyon of cleavage. Actually more than respectable. Maybe even downright enviable. A woman with a baby meant for those few months meant jugs that were comparable to few women. Even Paris knew this as she stared down at the two hills below here. With her lolly she lifted the bra on one side, enough to get a view of the fully erect nipple. "Mmm, mommy's got the big yummy breasts, doesn't she?" With the sucker she traced the outline of Gina's jaw and then went up to her full red lips, seemingly toying with her helpless frame. She placed it back in her own mouth as the next thing needed the use of both arms.

She reached behind her victim and unhooked her victim's bra. She pulled her arms from the straps and then tossed the whole thing aside. She gently laid her back on the couch. Gina lay there in only jeans, arms at her sides, her chest with huge mammeries rising and falling. The area surrounding her nipples were perfect. Literally a perfect circle. And those nipples themselves. So stiff. So upright. So helpless. She couldn't believe that she had gotten this far. She had the bitch half naked and at her disposal in front of her. Time to play doctor.

She picked up her case and opened it up. She took a very familiar syringe. "Hello old friend," she said as she tapped the side of it. She squirted a bit into the air to make sure it worked. It did. Then turning to the mom she got to work. She pinched both nipples (not they weren't erect already) and then poked the needle into one areola. She pushed down half of the serum and then removed it to repeat the same with the other tit with the rest of it. It really was a powerful experience sabotaging her opponent while she was so oblivious to it.

She smiled and removed the syringe. That was it. The deed was done. Soon Gina would be filled with so much milk that she would be in no state to even walk without support let alone put up a real fight against her later tonight. She turned away from the sleeping brunette to return the needle back in its case. Just as she finshed shutting the box again, she some heavy breathing. She turned around.

Gina was panting hard and arching her back. Yet she was still dozing. It was the strangest thing. Paris was shocked at the whole thing. "Noooo...there's no way.." She puzzled to herself. "Is this bitch getting off on that lactating agent?" Gina started to moan harder than before. "Well, there's only one way to check." With that she undid Gina's pants and reached in under her panties. Just as she suspected. Wet. "You dirty, dirty slut." She laughed. Not counting on this happeneing, she didn't mind sticking around for some extra fun. So she began to finger Gina's clit trying to get her more rowdy. Faster and faster she pumped that pussy while her other hand squeezed the mom's tits. Naturally with the pressure, milk squirted outta her nipples and dripped all over her breasts. As Gina moved into sleepy orgasm, Paris laughed. "What a WHORE! Getting off on this...you're a horny mom aren't ya?"

Feeling like she had enough excitement for the afternoon, Paris took her hand out of Gina's pants. She looked at the love juices all over it and wiped it onto the mom's cleavage. She gave her nipples a pinch each and licked them as well. Then she gave her a tiny peck on the lips. She picked up her red sucker and placed it nicely onto the woman's breasts. A calling card of sorts. "See ya later MOM.." And she picked up her little case of the syrum and skipped back to her apartment.

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Hours later Gina woke up in a haze. She sat up holding her head and wondered why she felt this way. She looked down and quizzically noticed she was topless and her jeans were unbuttoned. Even more, her chest was dry and sticky with god knows what and had a lollipop stuck to it. Realizing what had probably happened, she angrily peeled it off. "That witch..." Immediately she got up to hose herself off and get ready.

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Brad and the baby weren't back yet, but that didn't matter. She was going to do this now with Paris. Gina marched into the gym, heavy tits and all, a woman determined. She changed into a tied wife beater top and short jean shorts. It wasn't the best mode considering she was in full mom mode now because of Paris, but she did look amazing with her full tits straining the fabric. The tank top was going to burst any time.

"Where is she?! Where is she?!" She searched the room like a madwoman. "I'm going to destroy that bitch!" From behind her she heard a little giggle. She turned around and Paris stood leaning on the doorway. "Oh titty mommy. You are SO funny! SO funny!" She had not changed so she still wore her pink pants and white cut off t-shirt.

"You coward...taking advantage of me while I sleep?! Who does that?!" Gina was irate now and highly emotional. She was going to explode. Paris advanced now. "Not my fault you're the biggest whore while you sleep...you must be starving for action all the time!"

Gina got a look in her eye. "Oh, I'm starving for action alright. I'm taking you down!" In a move that surprised the slightly younger girl, Gina charged at Paris spearing her down to the mat and landing on top of her. In a furious rage she levelled Paris on either side of her body with shots to the kidneys and ribs. She grabbed her hair and slammed it against the unforgiving mat. This was a real catfighting tussle was both women cried out with each shot dealt and felt. Paris grabbed hold of her opponents' hips and rolled her over. She repeated the same attacks done to her. Gina quickly reversed though. Breast on breast, belly on belly, the two women rolled around clawing at each other's hair and flesh. There wasn't a clear advantage.

That is, until Gina, with one swift move flipped Paris over hard to the mat. Kneeling on top of her and pinning down both her wrists with her hands, she had her. She looked down at the younger blonde who was wiggling to get free. "Looks like a got you down , little witch!" Paris smiled up at the bikini clad mom. From her elevated position above her, she now saw the effects of the drug. Gina's breasts were extremely full and sagging down very noticeably. She was quite content that when she got free of this she could do some real damage. "Oh yeah, I guess you have. But you know what? It's nothing like how I pinned your husband down." Gina cocked her head in confusion. "What?" Paris smiled again. It was working. Just then, the man in question walked in. They both turned their heads to look at him. "Oh, didn't he tell you? He was completely at my mercy while I sucked him off like you never could. He was BEGGING me for more and even said you were terrible in that department." Gina was in disbelief. It wasn't true. It couldn't have been. Brad wouldn't do that. She looked over to him as he stood against the wall taking in the action and tried to study him. He was very nervous. He'd be cheering her on right now but instead was kind of angsty. She looked down at Paris who still had her huge smile on. "You stupid BITCH!!" Gina let go of Paris' arms and wound up for a huge bitchslap right across her opponent's face. Paris face twisted to the side and slowly came back to face her. A red mark was on her left cheek. She smirked. "Took ya long enough to clue in!"

Gina didn't respond to that. Instead she just lowered her body to Paris' and banged her rapidly head into the mat some more. She was a mad woman now. Her instincts had set in and picked the first attack her animalistic nature had told her to do. She screamed, banged and clawed at the younger girl's body and head. Paris tried desperately to cover up. But with the attacks, Gina had gotten careless. None of Paris' limbs were secure anymore. So the blonde tried something. She brought in her outstretched leg and kneed her between the legs. "Oooooooooo" Gina stopped her assault and brought her hands to her crotch with her hands. Finally getting the opening she needed, Paris then backed up, brought her knees right up against her body and like a spring, kicked Gina in her stimulated tits! The shot rocked her because with them as big as they were at the moment, they were extremely sensitive. Gina exclaimed in pain. She rose up and retreated to nurse the pain in them. Paris content she was in control followed and stalked her with that trademark evil smirk. She caught up to her and twisted her around. Gina immediately went to strike her, but Paris blocked it with her forearm and struck her left busom with her palm. "Ahhhhhhh...oooooo...." Gina cowered back with the shot. She rose up and tried it again but this time Paris caught her forearm, and twisted it down. Then she spun her around and grabbed hold of her with both arms under her breasts.

With her hands under her heavy tits, Paris locked her fingers together and pulled them inward to Gina's lovely body. She began to squeeze and deanimate the mom. Gina would deeply exhale as the air was forced out of her lungs and windpipe. Paris continued to berate her with demeaning insults in her ear. Slowly she shifted her arms north so they were around her milk orbs. The tightness exerted on them was enough to her screaming but with the lack of air in her body, it was only a silent scream which escaped her rosy circular lips. It was almost like she could feel the milk in her tits being forced southwards and concentrating themselves in the tips as Paris pushed inward and downward.

Paris laughed and studied the emotions on her opponent's face. As she easened the pressure Gina relaxed as she pulled in air. But as she brought it on again, Gina closed her eyes and tilted her head to the sky as she scrunched her face and cried out. All the while she was trying to pick the locks being Paris' fingers, but she couldn't concentrate enough to execute a proper reversal. Paris decided to get even more creative by kneeing Gina's tailbone, which would not only hurt her ass but cause her also to jump up; in turn, her aching tits would jump up. Paris was in control now. She kept repeating the move. The pain was starting to build now. Then she picked her up off her feet and dropped her on her knee in an atomic drop.

Gina fell forward on the ground. On hands and knees she rubbed her ass and moaned. She tried to crawl away. Paris saw an opening and ran at her and kicked her in the belly. The move threw her on her back. The young blonde mounted the older brunette and began to punch her face repeatedly just as before. Gina was desperately trying to cover up but was too disoriented to mount any adequate protest. She was repayed earlier with a bitch slap by Paris that left her with visibly a reddened left cheek. Gina now had tears streaming down her face. "Stop..." She whimpered.

Paris laughed and just grabbed her by the front of her wife beater. She lifted her up and roughly backed her into a wall. She sized her up. She clutched her by the shoulders and drove her knee right into her denim clad crotch. Gina wailed in pain. She grabbed the abused area and continued to moan. Paris grabbed at her big breasts and tore into the fabric of the top. She twisted and turned and contorted them. She pushed them together, pulled them apart, and overall, made things very, very uncomfortable for the brunette. Then she choked Gina with both hands while banging her head into the wall. She laughed hysterically as her victim struggled for air.

She let go and grabbed her by the hair away from the wall to an open space. She reached between her legs and lifted her in the air. The woman was quite light so it was little issue for Paris. She had her up to her shoulder. She pinched the woman's crotch a bit more, just to add insult to the upcoming injury. Then she slammed her down hard to the mat. Gina quivered in pain as the back of her head and back struck down hard. Paris asserted her dominance more by putting one foot on Gina's chest while twirling one hand in the air and twisted her hips a little bit.

Paris then dropped an elbow right into Gina's busom. She got up and did in a second time. Then a third time to follow. Gina's breasts couldn't withstand this assault. Tiny stains had formed around the area of her nipples signifying that she was leaking milk. Paris dropped her leg (and thus her entire body weight) across her cleavage. She backed up and locked her arm in arm bar. Not that she knew what she was doing here but she tried to at least punish Gina some more. As she twisted and turned the joint out of place, she kicked her across the chest again for emphasis. Gina pleaded for her to stop on both counts. Paris had other ideas. She clutched her wrist and looked at it with evil intent. "Oooo, what nice pretty pink nails you have, Gina TITS! After we're done here you'll have to give me the name of your manicurist! In the meantime..." Paris began to gnaw at the nail of the middle finger. Gina tried to protest even more at this new assault. But Paris like a wild animal viciously ripped the nail right off the nail and spit it out (getting some good air and distance on it.) Paris let the hold go. Gina was divided on what she consul: her breasts or fingers. Paris didn't really give her a choice because she sat her up and locked her fingers under her chin and planted her knee between her shoulder blades. The move strained Gina's back and pushed her yummy breasts forward thereby straining the top even more and pushing the nipples right against the fabric. Gina squirmed left and right.

In the distance, Brad watched with mixed feelings. One the one hand this hold was really hot. It really showed off Gina's full breasts. The fact that is slightly soaked in milk made it that much more of a turn on. At the same time, guilt was mixed in there. He betrayed his own wife. And now she was at the mercy of this she-devil. He decided he would step in. He tugged Paris off. The two stood facing each other.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the blonde exclaimed.

"You've done enough to her. I'm stopping this." Brad nervously said as he looked over to his wife who was curled up in a fetal position.

"It's not up to you! We go until I beat her and humiliate her to a pulp!" She was feisty and vicious. And manipulative. She advanced on him. "Plus..." she put her hand on Brad's crotch. Memories of the apartment earlier filled the man's head. "...I know you're enjoying it." She began to rub his crotch.

Brad froze up. She was doing it again. This beautiful, sexy girl was turning him on. Why was he so goddamn attracted to her? She now snatched his package through his pants. It was so symbolic how she held his manhood, the one great source of power in her hands. He was hers now. She rubbed him all over, getting him so worked up. Brad was sweating and breathing hard. "See Brad...you're just a toy. My toy...you don't need her. You're probably not even attracted to her anymore. Maybe I should take you home after I destroy her because there sure as hell won't be much of her left to fuck after me and my friends are done doing her." Then ever so suddenly, Paris KNEED him right in the groin! Pleasure turned to pain as Paris smiled vindictively. Brad fell backwards holding his parts. Paris lifted the man's legs and looked down at him.

"On second thought, naawwww...I don't need you. I already got a lackey like you." With that she stomped heavily down on the man's groin. And like a cigarette butt she grinded her foot all over his hurting dick. She kept stomping and grinding to a point where it felt she was going to erode away his equipment. She kept the pressure on, all the while laughing maniacally. Doing it multiple times, Brad passed out from the pain. Paris threw down his feet and punted him on last time. Out.

She returned to Gina who was still wallowing in near defeat on the ground. "Now where was I?" she asked herself as she looked down at the mom. "Oh yeah!" She picked her up by her short brown locks and dragged her once again to the wall. Gina stood there completely out of it, dazed and stumbling in place. Her wife beater was soiled with darkened stains. Paris took hold of the knot and working on untying it. "Aww, mommy tits...your shirt is all wet! Lemme help you out of it." She undid the knot and then grabbed her neckline, tearing it all the way down the middle and exposing her breasts.

"And while I'm at it..." She unbuttoned and unzipped the woman's jean shorts and let them fall to the ground. She stood there helplessly as her panties were pulled to her ankles as well. Paris slowly slid her fingers into the neatly trimmed pussy of her elder. Then gently she her palm over Gina's inflated right breasts. The mom deeply inhaled. Paris leaned in to speak to her. "Can you feel it Gina? Can you feel me in you?" The woman just moaned in passion. Paris really knew how to push the right buttons, make her climax. She played her clit like a little joystick. She massaged her tits like a good pillow. She panted in pure ecstasy.